After being reborn, I was spoiled by the boss

Chapter 20 Not Working

The old man was uncomfortable and coughed twice. When his grandson called him, the voice was full of anger, and he believed that he would not die for a while.

"I know! Since that kid called me, it means that he won't die for a while!"

"If Lao Tzu's vase is broken, 502 won't work!"

The old man was looking for his treasure in a pile of ruins.

It's as anxious as looking for your long-lost daughter-in-law.

Dillon's eyebrows cramped, it seems that the young master is not as important as a bottle.

Zhao Ji wrapped the old man's antique vase in a flower bag and hung it on his chest all the time, for fear that the little ancestor would come back to play golf and take the only antique vase left as a target for entering the hole.

"Old man! Old man! Are you back?"

As soon as Zhao Ji arrived at the villa in front, he saw the old man looking for something on the ground.

"Old man, where is Lao Tzu's vase? Is the house stolen?"

The old man crawled out from under the table, and he was not well.

Shining waist!

"Ouch! Dillon, help me to sit down quickly, my old waist!"

The old man was sitting on the sofa supported by Ti Lung, looking at the broken antiques, he was bleeding from his heart.

"Old man, don't get excited, your vase is still there! It's here!"

Zhao Ji took a red flower bag from himself.

It is still the kind of flower burden of the Loess Plateau style.

The old man looked at the red peony bag in front of him and twitched his eyes, "Is my bottle in there?"

Di Long Fu forehead, Uncle Zhao Ji, can you rely on some clues?
"That's right! I'm afraid that the young lady will spoil you again!"

Zhao Ji carefully opened the flower bundle, like peeling corn husks layer by layer.

Open the burden, there is still a layer of red cloth inside, open a layer of red cloth and a layer of blue cloth, after the blue cloth is another layer of red cloth.

The corner of the old man's mouth trembled, and he was about to have the symptoms of a stroke.

What evil did he do!Well, the antique vase was wrapped into a matryoshka by this old thing.

Dillon clutched his heart, he was going to have a heart attack from the butler's anger.

Packing an antique as layer by layer?
Finally, the last layer of red cloth was lifted, just like a big girl finally lifted her hijab and saw her true face.

A vase with a big belly lying in black and autumn, looks like a urinal at first glance.

"Hey! My baby!"

The old man howled and reached out to get it.

Click!Whoa!
Whoa!

The vase shattered into pieces.

Zhao Ji is confused!
Dillon was dumbfounded!

The old man was about to have a stroke with the corner of his mouth trembling.

"Old, old, old stuff! Is this my bottle?"

"Tell me quickly, it's not true! This crumbled pot isn't my antique, is it?"

belch!belch!The old man hiccupped nervously.

Zhao Ji's big head turned mechanically, and stammered: "Old, old, hiccup! Grandpa! Hiccup! It's your baby! No, that's right!"

Ti Lung had a headache and raised his forehead, the old man must have been crying for days.

really.

belch!Whoa whoa whoa!

The old man wept bitterly.

Hum Chi Chi!He squeezed his nose and shook off the snot.

"My baby! Why are you so miserable! You will leave me these few days when I'm not at home!"

"I'm not alive! I want to go with you too! My heart hurts! My heart hurts everywhere!"

The old man patted his thigh and howled like a wolf.

It's like old country twats pissing off.

As soon as Mo Xun took Long Yao's hand and got out of the car, he heard the old man's howling.

He pinched the center of his eyebrows with a headache, it seemed that it was not the right time for him to go home.

Do you want to go out for a walk again?
Long Yao blinked ignorantly, "What's that sound? It's like a donkey braying."

The corner of Mo Xun's mouth twitched, it wasn't a donkey braying, it was the old man crying.

"Let's go, let's go in." You can't let the old man cry like this, in case you become silly crying.

Long Yao obediently followed beside Mo Xun, staring at the living room with her big curious eyes.

The two finally arrived in the living room, and saw the old man crying with snot and tears.

The housekeeper, Zhao Ji, plugged his ears with his fingers and looked hopeless.

Dillon put on his earphones and stood straight behind the old man, pretending to be nothing.

(End of this chapter)